Александр Александрович Чечитов
Lupo is a space weirdo
"Okay, I guess that's enough traveling for today," Lupo said out of breath, jumping inside the ship. His legs were covered with small beads of sweat, and his head was a little dizzy. Having typed the necessary combination, Devega rushed away from the planet Gentry.
Why does a person know where we are?—the second yellow Gentrin asked the first.
"I didn't expect him to have the brains to get to us. I'll order him to be destroyed right now!
The second Gentrian crossed his limbs on his body, forming a kind of living, light yellow pillar.
But why?—asked the first, who read the conditional gesture, which meant prohibition in the language of the Gentry—we are able to repeat the task without undue risk.
If we activate the charge now, our planet may also suffer—interrupted the second Gentrian—wait! As soon as a person returns to his lousy earth on our spaceship, the destruction mechanism must be launched! The charge of energy explosives inside is enough to explode a dozen stars. And this time without delay. I hope you remember the predictions of the great Gentrin oracles. We must remain the only race in the space of the universe. Otherwise, death!
All the way to earth, Lupo went over the vivid events of the past day in his memory. He decided not to get into trouble for at least a month. Moreover, hoping to get a good sum for a miracle car, Devega became much more cheerful. A cap of snow-white clouds slammed over his head, and the spaceship with Lupo smoothly descended to the ground, again crushing a good portion of the parent grapes.
"The Earthman is in place," the first Gentrian reported, quickly reading the data from the monitor. Launch the explosion program! – commanded the second.
The door of the spaceship opened. Outside, large drops of rain lashed the treetops, drumming on the roofs of sleepy houses. A wave of cool air swept over Lupo's skin, and a small shiver ran through him. Turning around, Devega went inside the ship to find a T-shirt.
